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Chapter 482 The Strange Mahayana Cultivator
Song Wanning's heart sank.
These faces are too eerie, but they don't seem to be the work of evil cultivators...

Determined to get to the bottom of this, she found a secluded cave nearby and settled down there.

After studying the ancient texts, Baili Shang made many array plates for Song Wanning, of various types.

After setting up a hidden and defensive array, she settled down comfortably in the cave.

Every day was spent either cultivating, refining elixirs, or drawing talismans; life was peaceful and uneventful.

Every night, she would secretly observe the changes in people's faces, watching them change little by little.

……

One night six months later, Song Wanning suddenly realized something was wrong.

Someone has come from outside.

She carefully concealed her presence, and even added a few more concealment talismans just to be sure, before moving to the cave entrance and looking into the distance.

A figure stood next to the face-shaped flower, with a head of white hair that was particularly eye-catching.

He wore a long blue robe, and his figure was thin and frail, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

But Song Wanning's pupils contracted slightly, and a look of shock flashed in her eyes.

Because the person before them was actually a Mahayana cultivator!
A figure standing at the very top of the spirit world!

Who is this?
Why did he cultivate this face?
That person's face doesn't look like his at all.

Song Wanning was somewhat uneasy. The other party's cultivation level was simply too high. If they really started fighting, one slap could send her to her death.

Sweat slowly seeped from her palms, and in the next instant, she took out the Immortal Furnace.

With the Immortal Furnace as her treasure, she felt much more at ease.

Fortunately, the Mahayana cultivator did not notice her. Instead, he stood motionless beside the human-faced flower, as if he were an ice sculpture.

He didn't move, and Song Wanning didn't dare to move either, so they stood there stiffly all night.

As the morning light shone on the earth, the Mahayana cultivator finally moved. He coldly surveyed his surroundings, and then a flash of light appeared around him, and he disappeared.

Song Wanning still dared not move, much less leave.

She couldn't afford the gamble.

Not long after, the Mahayana cultivator returned, this time carrying a compass.

The compass was entirely rust-red, covered in rust, yet it exuded an ancient and dangerous aura.

Song Wanning couldn't see the contents of the compass, nor did she dare to use her divine sense to look at them.

But she developed a strong interest in the compass.

What exactly does this person want to do?
Song Wanning's curiosity grew stronger, and she even felt a little excited.

The Mahayana cultivator didn't move; he simply sat down cross-legged and carefully wiped the compass.

The movements were extremely delicate, and the eyes were full of cherishing and joy.

And so, another whole day passed.

The moon arrived as scheduled that night, its round disc hanging high in the sky, a layer of silver gauze cascading down, making everything seem like a dream.

Perhaps it's because of the full moon, but the face flowers look especially beautiful today.

Countless faces broke free, revealing expressions of enjoyment, and began to absorb the moonlight.

The Mahayana cultivator finally stood up, his aura suddenly changed, and his eyes became incredibly sharp.

He pointed his finger, and the compass in his hand immediately began to spin rapidly.

After taking a couple of glances, Song Wanning felt her eyes sting and ache, and even felt her mind becoming unstable.

She quickly looked away and carefully observed the compass out of the corner of her eye.

Soon, the compass stopped, seemingly pointing in a direction that was exactly where Song Wanning was.

Song Wanning's heart skipped a beat. She gripped the immortal furnace tightly, ready to defend herself.

The Mahayana cultivator drew closer, his aura growing increasingly fierce.

Just as she was prepared to fight to the death, the Mahayana cultivator stopped a few hundred meters in front of the cave.

He squatted down and plucked the flower in front of him.

The face-shaped flower suddenly became agitated, and the Mahayana cultivator quickly channeled his spiritual energy to calm it down, and the face-shaped flower slowly quieted down. He then repeated the process, using the compass to guide him to pick a few more face-shaped flowers.

He didn't notice himself!

Song Wanning broke out in a cold sweat on her back and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Facing such a powerful opponent for the first time, she was even careful with her breathing, and her desire for strength grew stronger.

The higher you stand, the more you realize how insignificant you are.

She needs to keep up the good work.

Half an hour later, the Mahayana cultivator placed several flowers on the ground in specific positions.

He stood among several flowers, then forced out a mouthful of blood from his heart and began to write and draw on the ground.

Song Wanning couldn't see clearly, but in the next instant, a strange wind began to blow around her.

Her expression changed, and she looked at the Mahayana cultivator with surprise.

Because she could actually sense a dense yin energy!

It should be noted that after the underworld was separated from the world, it became extremely difficult for the cultivation world to find places with abundant yin energy.

Even in a mass burial ground, only a trace of yin energy remains, and it cannot amount to anything.

The intense yin energy seems to be emanating from that circle!

A glint flashed in her eyes, as if she had vaguely guessed something.

"lead--"

The Mahayana cultivator let out a low shout, then forced out another mouthful of blood from his heart and shot it into the air.

Centered on the blood droplet, red lines appeared in mid-air, connecting all the faces together.

Even Song Wanning noticed the problem at this point.

After removing the face-shaped flowers, the remaining flower formed a soul-snatching array!

Song Wanning's expression hardened slightly; she seemed to have discovered something extraordinary.

Sure enough, a hole shimmering with black light appeared, centered on the few flowers in the middle.

Countless yin energies emanated from within, carrying a chilling aura.

But after only a moment of release, it was sucked back into the circle in the middle.

"Hahaha--"

The Mahayana cultivator suddenly laughed, and as he laughed, tears streamed down his face.

"Finally—finally we succeeded!!!"

He was overjoyed and wept tears of joy; he was extremely excited.

Then, it charged straight into the tunnel entrance.

The Mahayana monks disappeared again.

Song Wanning stared wide-eyed at the cave entrance, scrutinizing every change.

But no more Mahayana practitioners appeared.

"Sister, he must have gone to the underworld!"

The little golden sword was excited; this was an opportunity that had been delivered right to its doorstep!

"Yes, I sensed an extremely strong yin energy; that must be the entrance to the underworld!"

The dragon spirit was also very excited, as it had never been to the underworld before and was extremely curious about it.

Song Wanning remained calm and smiled at the children.

"No rush, let's wait and see. If we run into that big shot, that would be troublesome!"

She kept her eyes fixed on the cave entrance, but her mind was on a treasure in her storage ring.

It is the ferry stone.

A treasure that can lead to the underworld!
　The Ferry Stone was a foreshadowing from a long time ago; those who have forgotten can refer to Chapter 232, the seventh floor.

　　(End of this chapter)